louiselux | Saiyuki/Batman part two

Fandom: Saiyuki
Title: Saiyuki/Batman crossover of doom part two
Rating: R
Pairing: Hakkai/Gojyo
Notes: Many thanks to

new_kate for beta and comments.

Part one - (now with actual edits!)

Part two

'What's happening in this town?' Gojyo said. 'I've never seen this many goons around. It's like a plague.'

'You noticed?' Hakkai set his cup down and stared into it. 'There's a great deal of power gathering in the city. It seems to be grouping around one man. He calls himself the Joker.'

'That's a dumb name.'

'Quite,' said Hakkai, with a brief laugh. 'But he's very dangerous.'

'He jokes people to death? Don't tell me: he has a thing about packs of playing cards?'

Hakkai shook his head and smiled in such a painful way that Gojyo almost winced. It made him remember that he knew nothing at all about this man.

'He has a 'thing' about torturing young women.'

'Christ. So he's the one Sanzo's been going after recently?'

'Yes. With little success, I'm afraid.'

They were in what Hakkai called his 'own private living room' - a snug room lined with bookshelves. Gojyo wondered how many rooms this place had and how rich Sanzo must be. He wondered where Sanzo was or if he was even here. Sitting there, he realised how quiet the house was and also how still, as if it was listening for something. What a creepy place.

Gojyo didn't know what to think about any of it. Hakkai sipped his tea and watched him, sitting close by on the sofa, near enough that Gojyo could feel his heat. He wanted Hakkai again and he was having trouble stopping himself just leaning over, unzipping Hakkai's fly and blowing him right there, to let him fuck his mouth hard, down on his knees if that's what Hakkai wanted. His face flushed.

Instead, he copied Hakkai and drank more tea. He was getting a definite vibe that he should go. If Hakkai had wanted to do it again he was sure he'd still be up there now, stripped and sweating, not tidied up and fussed downstairs and given freaking tea in a flowery china cup.

There was no reason to hang around - his leg was completely healed and Hakkai hadn't asked him to stay. That was okay, he thought. Just a one time thing. Fine. A memory of Hakkai's lips on his ear, Hakkai inside him, whispering unbelievably filthy things came back to him so strongly that he almost gasped. He guessed it must be showing on his face, because Hakkai's green eyes fixed on his, wide and round and, worst, clearly not happy.

'Hakkai,' he began. Just say it. 'So-- do you want to get together again sometime?'

Hakkai's smile fixed. Shit. Gojyo was usually the one kicking them out afterwards, giving them the brush off. Hakkai had sounded keen enough upstairs, but people said anything when they were fucking. It probably hadn't meant anything.

'Gojyo. I-- I like you, very much so, but… '

Gojyo didn't want to hear the rest of it.

'Look, yeah. No worries. I'll see you around.'

He took a deep breath after the door had shut behind him. It hurt more than it should.

Sanzo crept along the wet granite ledge that ran around the rooftop. Streetlights shimmered far below, dim yellow specks in the fog that had settled, muffling the sound and movement of the city. He was alone, just him against the tide of evil that, like every other night this week, rampaged across the city. It was exactly the sort of night to fall off a slippery granite ledge and break a leg. He was thinking this when a hand slapped itself across his mouth, and another tightened like steel around his upper left arm.

'Mmmmphf!'

'If you take one more step you're gonna blow yourself into bat pieces,' a voice said in his ear. 'Over there, look,' and the hand yanked on his arm, hard enough to make him wince.

Sanzo tried to jerk away, but this bastard was amazingly strong and this wasn't a clever venue for all out wrestling. He recognised that voice. It was that oversexed cat fetishist from the other night. His butler had been acting strange ever since, alternating soft and dreamy smiles with the sound of crashing pottery in the kitchen.

'There,' the voice hissed. 'Be careful.'

He turned his head to look and saw the trip wire, glittering faintly with droplets of moisture. How could he have missed that? He felt himself being dragged back by powerful arms and pulled away, hard. The hands loosened but didn't let go.

'You again,' said Sanzo. 'I should've known you'd be back to cause trouble. Just keep your damn backing singers out of it this time. This is a serious operation.'

Gojyo glared at him. 'I just saved your ass!'

'I never asked you to. Just get out of here. Do you know what sort of danger you're in? This is no place for amateurs. Especially ones dressed like lap dancers.'

'I'm not an amateur, or a lap dancer. Although I could be for you. But thanks for the concern.'

'I'm not concerned,' Sanzo said, but it was drowned out by the steel door to the roof smashing open and a bellowing roar from the enormous, tentacled figure that lumbered out. A demon. He appeared to be waving in Sanzo's direction.

'Do you know him?' Gojyo said, just as helicopter blades screamed through the air above them.

'Moron.'

'He's going for the 'copter!' Gojyo said.

Sanzo hadn't thought the evening could go downhill, but it had. He was so close to catching the idiot with the stupid name-- whoever called themselves something like the Joker anyway? Now his plan to catch the tentacle goon and extort information was about to turn into another mess. He saw Gojyo drop to an alert crouch next to him and, annoyed as he was, there was still a part of his brain telling him to pay attention to how his catsuit clung to his thighs and crotch. Sanzo dragged his eyes away with a grimace, and then immediately forgot all that. Gojyo had leapt forward and was running at the hulking, odd shaped figure, twirling his chain and making loud whooping cries.

'Oh for god's sake,' he said, and ran, hoping to cut him off and save him from the worst of it. He only remembered the wire when it was far too late.

He was flying, and a tearing shriek ripped the air apart. The world was nothing but black and red shadows and everything was hot, much too hot. He didn't remember much else after that, except the sensation of falling and falling, impossibly slowly, with arms wrapped tightly round him and a voice in his ear telling him to hold on.

Gojyo waited in Sanzo's enormous, stainless-steel-filled kitchen, half wanting to run out the back door. He'd found Sanzo's car, a weird looking souped-up Jeep. Hakkai's voice on the other end of the phone had been calm and pleasant and had sent an instant tingling rush down his spine.

However many times he might have relived that night in the past few weeks, he wasn't going to come on like some needy chick. Why didn't you phone me. You said you wanted me. He cringed. He didn't need anyone that bad.

Except he hadn't thought of anything else since, and hadn't been with anyone either. Too many nights it had been just him and his hand, working himself into a sweat over Hakkai's smile. No, he wasn't thinking about that, not now. Hakkai's warm weight on him, moving inside him, that mouth at his ear and the things it said, soft beautiful things about wanting him. He clamped down on the memory like a guilty secret. Whatever he'd said that night, Hakkai hadn't got in touch since and it was clear he wasn't interested. So Gojyo was going to let this one go. Yeah, he would.

The door swung open, and Hakkai walked in. He smiled coolly, like he'd never pinned Gojyo down and fucked him into a sweaty heap, like they'd never even met before. Gojyo stood up straighter.

'Hi,' he said, going for cool but hitting strangled.

'You rescued him this time,' Hakkai said. He was carrying a tray of bandages and a plastic bowl of bloody water. 'You're turning into quite a little team.'

'Me and him? I don't think so.'

'Thank you anyway,' and Hakkai's smile was suddenly so warm and knowing it made Gojyo's stomach do a victory backflip.

'No need to thank me. I woulda done it for anyone,' Gojyo said, staring and yet incapable of stopping.

The tray rattled on the gleaming counter as Hakkai placed it carefully down, then water swished into the sink, splattering on the bright steel as Hakkai rinsed the bowl.

'So,' he said. He didn't have a clue what to say next. 'You okay?' He winced. That sounded dumb.

'Very well, thank you, Mr Sha,' Hakkai said, wiping his hands dry.

Mr Sha? Gojyo's smile vanished. 'Hey, I thought we got past all that formality,' he said, making his voice light, like it was a joke. I thought you'd been looking for me all your life, was what he didn't say.

Hakkai froze, and Gojyo was instantly sorry.

'No,' Hakkai said, just like that.

What was that supposed to mean? Hakkai wasn't smiling anymore and when he raised his eyes he looked just like the sheepish looking man who'd asked Gojyo if he was all right afterwards.

'This is awkward,' Hakkai said, twisting a dishrag between his fingers. 'I know you might have expected something from me, after we- '

He can't even say it, Gojyo thought. He went cold. The urge to run out the door grew stronger.

'There are reasons, ah, why, although I'd like to, very much like to, it's simply impossible.'

'Simply impossible to-- do me?' Gojyo said.

Hakkai's eyes darkened as they fixed on Gojyo. He wet his lips. 'That's a very good way of putting it.'

The air in the room seemed to thin out, and Gojyo became very aware of his own body and just how tight his clothes were.

'So,' he cleared his throat. 'Why not? Don't tell me you're a monk or something. 'Cos it didn't seem that way the other night.'

'Not that, no.'

Gojyo moved nearer, until they were nearly chest to chest. Hakkai didn't back away, but his throat flexed as he swallowed. 'Good,' Gojyo said. 'It'd be a crime against all things pornographic if you were.'

Hakkai's lips were so soft, so gentle on his own, clinging and pulling away again. Hakkai was holding back, Gjoyo could tell, but that was okay, because it let Gojyo tease him, just catching his lip between his own, using his breath and letting the tip of his tongue graze along Hakkai's lips until they parted and Hakkai pressed up close with a short, breathy moan. Strong hands closed over his shoulders but then Hakkai pulled away, leaving soft kisses behind. 'No-- Gojyo-- '

'Hmmm? Don't-- oh-- don't stop.'

Then he was being pushed firmly back. Hakkai folded his arms tightly across his chest, tension stiffening his spine. Bright flushes ran across his cheeks

'Gojyo. There's something I should tell you.'

Gojyo nodded. 'Okay.' Hakkai's lips were red against his pale skin, swollen looking.

'About me. I'm abnormal.'

Gojyo stared. 'Well, yeah, you work as a magical-healing-powers butler for a crime fighting bat-guy. And who are you talking to?' he spread his hands and gestured at himself. 'Do I look like I work nine to five? Abnormal. I'd be more worried if you thought you were Mr Average.'

Hakkai's fingers were white at the knuckles. 'No, not like that,' and his voice made Gojyo flinch. It was tight, so stretched it sounded like his vocal chords might snap. 'Me,' he ground out and his face looked cracked and broken. 'It's me, inside, what I am. I'm wrong. In here,' and he thumped a fist against his chest. He met Gojyo's eyes. 'You should keep away.'

He didn't want to. He knew that. But on his way home, the kitchen door firmly locked and bolted behind him and Hakkai's face set like iron, he realised he had no way of even getting in contact with him, unless he asked Pissyface to pass on a message, and that was as likely as said Pissyface inviting him in for tea, biscuits and nice chat about the weather. Hakkai didn't want to see him. Maybe he should stay away, like Hakkai wanted. He should go back to his life, even if everything seemed just that little bit more pointless.

Inside, he'd said. Gojyo didn't think Hakkai wasn't sick, at least not in body. Maybe in mind. Maybe Sanzo fed him happy pills. The set up with Sanzo was definitely weird, like Sanzo had some sort of power over him. Gojyo remembered reading in some celebrity rag that Bat-Features had trained to be a doctor. He remembered the picture: Sanzo looking miserable and angry, even back then.

Whatever his personality problems were, Batman was suddenly all over town, kicking the asses of every crook he could lay his manicured hands on. Often, Gojyo would just happen to be there too, helping. The cat boys were getting seriously pissed off with the whole situation. Gojyo had stopped taking them out so much since he realised he did better on his own. Did better with Sanzo.

'Where the hell have you been?' Benny asked him. He had dark hair in plaits that made him look like a reject from Pocohontas. 'Because I'm really starting to feel you're not committed to us anymore, you know?'

The others nodded.

'Yeah. You and this Bat guy,' Zed sneered, folding his beefy arms across his chest. 'You got something going on with him?'

'What? No way,' he said. 'Look. Guys. Maybe it's time for us to go in different directions, you know? Spend some time apart. Explore other avenues.'

Benny flung up his hands. 'Oh. I see. You're dumping us for him. What's he offered you- position of first sidekick? God, you're so predictable. It's like Wolverine all over again.'

'It is not,' he snapped. 'It's nothing to do with Sanzo,' he went on. 'I want some time alone. I just feel-- ' He didn't know how he felt.

'You are so dumping us! I can hear it in your voice.'

Gojyo wondered if it was worth lying any more. 'Yeah.'

'He's got a sidekick already,' Jamie said, his voice rising from the depths of the sofa. He was lying on his back reading Hello, his long legs dangling over the sofa arm.

'No shit? Who?' said Gojyo.

'A kid. His ward, they say. He's not around much 'cos they send him to this special school out in the country. But he comes back sometimes. Wears yellow tights. Strong enough to rip your arms off if he felt like it. Scary.' Jamie grinned, showing lots of teeth.

'No shit,' Gojyo said again. He felt sorry for the little snot already. Having Sanzo as your parent must really suck.

'You can't go!' Benny said. 'Not now. We're sold out for next Friday at the Atomic Ballroom. They're coming to film us and everything. You can't let us down,' Benny said. His hands were clenched. 'It's our big break,' he whispered.

'You know I was never in it for that shit. Oh, Jesus. Don't cry,' Gojyo muttered. 'Please.'

'Do it for us,' Zed whispered, his goatee trembling.

'You'd better do it,' Jamie murmured, 'or you'll never see your second-best catsuit again.'

Gojyo sighed. It wasn't worth the drama. 'Okay. But after that we're through.'

Benny let out a sob.

'You'd better tell him,' Hakkai said. He held out a silver tray. In the middle sat a sleek black phone. 'It'll only cause upset if you tell him on Friday.'

Sometimes Sanzo hated his butler, but he was right. Sanzo put his paper down and grabbed the phone, stabbing at the speed dial.

'Sanzo!' said a loud voice on the other end, made tinny by distance. 'What's going on? D'you need me to come back to town?'

'Goku. Listen well because I'm only going to say this once. You are not going to see that damned band on Friday.'

'What?' The voice rang with disbelief. 'But I already paid for a ticket.'

'Get a refund. I don't care.'

'I've been planning this for weeks!'

'You're not going. Get used to it.'

'There's no way you can stop me. I'll do what I like.'

'No, you won't. Until you're 18 you do as I say,' Sanzo bellowed. 'That means no eyeliner, either.'

'I hate you so much! That's so unfai-- '

Sanzo jabbed the end call button, then sat staring at it until Hakkai took it gently from him.

'That went well,' Hakkai said. 'Would you like dinner now?'

'Yeah, I suppose so. Hakkai,' he forced himself to say, as Hakkai moved away. 'Are you-- I mean, have you seen him again?'

He trusted Hakkai to understand what he meant without actually having to say it. It was a blessing, sometimes.

'Mr Sha?' Hakkai's brows lifted. 'Of course not.'

'Hmmph.'

It wasn't really good news.

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